Lyrics Early Graves - Ka-Flame

(Charleston White Speaks)

They don't wanna hear the truth
Want me to lie to ya, make it sound fly to ya
Till them young niggas shooting
Bringing all that fire to ya, making bullets fly through ya
Damn, man look at how it do ya
I'm talking bout the streets
Quick to holla hallelujah, when you rest in peace
Can't ya see, they making millions, killing off the youth
I barely get a dime, just for giving yall the truth
But I'm back up on my grind, back up on my grind
Screaming free my homie Shawn, they got him trapped in time
They throw you in a hole, just to get you back in line
The menu full of poision, water isn't alkaline
It's crazy how we live, something gotta give
Too many getting killed, man you niggas gotta chill
They probably popping pills, just to make that Nina buss
Made in the 80's, safe to say, I've seen enough, for real

No longer watch the news, ain't no niggas being saved
They rather shoot each other up, instead of getting paid
Every other rapper, brag on, how they got it made
Until they're caught lacking, and they end up in a grave
I don't watch the news, ain't no niggas being saved
They rather shoot each other up, instead of getting paid
Rappers out here acting, niggas trying to play hard
That's the quickest way, to end up, in that grave yard

Reporting live from the hood, it's time to get yo shit together
These rat niggas out here, doing anything for the cheddar
Chasing cheese, copping pleas, cops yelling, stop or freeze
Making bodies drop with ease, try to run, you're 'bout to bleed
Will not succeed, in the gutta, if it's us, against each other
Can't breathe, feeling smothered, triggas squeezing, at ya brothers
Did my research, and discovered, we may never see peace
All that gang gang shit, I guess it, never can cease
Too much murder and bloodshed, so many thugs dead
Niggas dropping dimes, cause they put nothing above the bread
Prices on yo head, man they're really up for grabs
Even in the prison yard, acting hard, will get you stabbed
Ain't no love in these streets, so I'm always in my lab
Ain't no loyalty no more, your day ones, are known to blab
They taking jabs, I just laugh, cause they wanna be the boss
All the hood hero's dead, so I turned the TV off

No longer watch the news, ain't no niggas being saved
They rather shoot each other up, instead of getting paid
Every other rapper, brag on, how they got it made
Until they're caught lacking, and they end up in a grave
I don't watch the news, ain't no niggas being saved
They rather shoot each other up, instead of getting paid
Rappers out here acting, niggas trying to play hard
That's the quickest way, to end up, in that grave yard

I swear that they don't want the truth
Want me to lie to ya, make it sound fly to ya
Till them young niggas shooting
Bringing all that fire to ya, making bullets fly through ya
Damn, look at how it do ya